I can feel him edging nearer
like the smell of the salt in the
wind whistling through the Cedars,
before the granulated sand
sifts through my wedged toes
as the waves recede to the sunbow,
letting the salty whispers
settle and seep into my lips,
the secrets bared upon my tongue,
like the distant promises
that were wept into the sea
urging me to heed
hinting that
"He" is almost there.
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